Roommates are a wild bunch, by nature, by definition. A major part of the college experience is being thrown in with a complete stranger and forced to live with them, adapt to them and somehow learn to get along without killing one another. In my view, given the roommates I’ve had over the years, they should start giving out degrees just for that, but no, no. You’re expected to figure it out all your own. We’ve devised a handy guide to some of the most difficult-to-get-along-with roommates. When in doubt, use it as a reference, or don’t be afraid to “accidentally” set it as the homepage on your roommate’s computer. Just saying. And don’t forget to click here for more back to school content! Keep reading »
After I started giving blowjobs to my high school boyfriend, I soon became aware of my newfound sexual power. I had something he wanted. For a 16-year-old girl stuck in a lot of circumstances she had no control over, the tangibility of that power felt amazing.
Then my high school boo and I were joking around, he did something to razz me, and I told him teasingly, “No blowjobs for a week for you as punishment!”
The teasing tone vanished. He became serious — and seriously angry. “Don’t threaten me like that,” he said in a stern voice. “You can’t control me with threats.”
“I was teasing,” I insisted, though I immediately felt guilty for seeming like I may have been using my sexual power to control him. I never know what’s OK to joke about and what’s not; I never have. “I’m not seriously not going to give you blowjobs for a week. Jesus.”
That was over 10 years ago and I’ve long since chalked the conversation up to 16-year-old stupidity. That is, until I heard last night that some adult women actually do punish their men by withholding sex. Keep reading »
I was having dinner with my friend Ryan* last week. He was telling me about a “really good date” he went on.
“So when are you going to see her again?” I asked.
“I’m not,” he replied very matter-of-factly. “She has a kid.”
I almost smacked him with my breadstick. Of all the unfair reasons to not to give someone a chance, that seemed the stupidest of all to me. If she had a crack habit, smelled like soup, or had long armpit hair, I would have understood. But a child? Keep reading »
A few years back, one of my friends was having a hard time with the fact that her younger sister was getting married. She felt self-conscious about being dateless to the big event, and so anguished about buying a hot dress to wear. When she emailed me a photo of a dress she finally felt good about, I gasped. It was white and strapless. How do I tell her that it is totally inappropriate to wear white since that, duh, is the color her sister will be wearing? I thought. In the end, I told her it was lovely but suggested that she talk to her sister about it as soon as possible. Her sister flipped. A fight ensued.
So I’m very surprised that recently, two very high profile brides have chosen to put their maids of honor in white. Keep reading »